This happened to me when I was visiting my Ex girlfriends family in
England with her. We were staying in her aunt and uncles house, which
was a nice 4 story house. The house used to be a slaughter house where
they would take the cows up to the top floor and process them down to
the basement. The first thing her cousin let me know was that it was
haunted by the woman who used to run the slaughter house and that she
only haunts men. A week goes by and we would occasionally here footsteps
in the room above us when no one else was home and it didn't freak us
out that much since we were on the 3rd floor and not the 4th floor which
had the activity. One night when we were sleeping I heard a creak in our
room, woke me up a bit but not full on awake. My eyes had adjusted to
the darkness so I could see the wardrobe in our room and that's is when
I saw the wardrobe closet doors open completely by themselves. So I did
what every 21 year old male would do and put the covers over my head
hoping for the ghost or demon to take my gf instead of me. After a
little bit of hiding under the covers I peeked out and the wardrobe was
still open so I rolled over to look what time it was and that is when I
saw it, just a big grin coming out of darkness, kind of like the
Cheshire cat in the dark from alice in wonderland. I woke up my gf,
turned on a light, and barely slept the rest of the night. I told her
aunt and uncle in the morning about how I thought I saw the ghost;
before I could get to the part about the smile in the dark her uncle
stopped me and said let me guess all you could see was a smile right?
made that shit even more terrifying.

After I finished my story with him, he told me a story about how one
time during the day he was napping and felt something crawling on the
bed. He thought it was his wife wanting to snuggle up next to him but he
just wanted to rest. So he told her to leave him alone but he kept
feeling something slowly crawl up the bed. He opened his eyes and what
he described as a full outline of a young woman crawling on his bed
looking at him. He started yelling and his wife came upstairs to him
with a terrified look on his face.

Oh and the night before we were flying back to the US we stayed on the
4th floor since our room was being used by my gfs grandma. We watched a
movie in their media room and then got ready for bed. My gf didn't tell
me what happened after we left the media room until we got back to the
states because she knew I wouldn't sleep. She said she heard something
in the room and every electronic turned on in the room and then quickly
shut off. I haven't had any paranormal things happen to me since England